"The MatrIZ"
[A/N: I own nothing-YOU HEAR ME!!! NOOOOOTHHHHINGGGG!!! I actually came up with this story for
my creative writing class. I've never even seen "The Matrix, but I pieced this together from the
ads for the movie.]

	Dib had just turned twenty-five. He had been working at InterGlobal
Technologies for about four months. He had learned from the woman in the
next cubicle that every employee was required to make a choice on their third day
back to work after their twenty-fifth birthday. Dib had been back for exactly three
days. "Will Dib(last name garbled) please report to Mr. Geinconi's office
immediately. That is all." Dib knew that the time had come for him to make the
choice. Dib walked calmly to his supervisor's office, conveniently located only
five feet from his desk.
	
	"Well Dib, it looks like the time has come for you to make the choice. 
You will have two chances to enter the matriz." "Uhh...don't you mean the
matrix?" Dib replied, a little confused. "Shhh! Do you WANT to get sued!?"
"Uh...okay." Dib said, even more confused than before. "Anyway, you see in front
of you three doors. One leads to the outside world, one leads to a false matriz, and
the third leads to the true matriz. You must choose...NOW!" Dib thought it over
very carefully, and decided on the door to the far right.
-Meanwhile- on the set of "The Matrix Reloaded", a portal backstage between
takes. Dib stepped out and the director immediately noticed him.
"Hey, what are you doing here!? This is a closed set! Authorized personnel
ONLY! Go on, Get out of here!" The director shouted, his voice cracking. "All
right, all right, I'm going. Don't get your underwear in a bunch." Dib started on his
way to the portal. "Jerk." Dib said under his breath. (Author's Note: Shut up, you
mean director-type person, you spooty spoot spoot.. uh..HEAD!)

	-Meanwhile- back in the office, Dib's supervisor is leaning back in his
executive-style swivel chair, his feet on his desk, reading a newspaper. Dib
slammed the door, alerting the supervisor. He didn't look up from his paper.
"Wrong door?" He queried Dib. "Wrong door." Dib replied, solemnly. "Did the
director yell at you?" He questioned, still not looking up from his paper. "Yup."
Dib replied. "Well, try again, Dib." This time, Dib chose the door to the far left. As
soon as Dib opened the door, a green light sucked him in to the Matriz. In a dark
green gridded room, Dib appeared, line by line, made completely of ones and
zeros. "Neat. Hmm, now that I'm in the matriz, I should be able to access all forms
of weaponry, yes?" The second he said "Weaponry", a screen popped up in front
of him, lined with buttons detailing weapon types. Guns, grenades of all types,
clubs, swords, rocket launchers, grenade launchers, high powered rifles and such.
"Hmm..I believe I'll take the baseball bat." Do I really need to tell you that the bat 
landed in his hands? "I wonder how I can get some training in." Immediately, a
computerized voice answered, "Training mode activated." Dib came face-to-face
with five unarmed assailants. "Uh-oh." Dib jumped five feet in the air, and hung
there. "Okay, this is officialy strange now." Dib hung over the center of the
assialants, for one full minute. In that time he started beating them over the head
with his bat. After the minute, Dib landed unharmed, unlike the others.
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